Mr Pokephile Novels & Stories

I haven't fully restored my mana yet and so we just stuck into walking instead of flying. We rested for about 10 minutes or so because I was getting exhausted. I marked my words that I will never drain my mana, it almost led me to my death. "Are you okay?" Zale asked me when he noticed that I am slowly running out of breath. I nodded and took a deep breath to spread the air inside my body. I lit one of my fingers with fire, though it was small and weak, then swallowed it, Zale looked at me with disbelief. "Why the heck did you eat fire?" He said and lifted my chin and opened my mouth.

Lauren 'Hah, I knew it, it was you after all' Lauren was finally able to see the pokemon which was following him for most of his journey, he saw a small mouse-like pokemon with a whitish pink color body floating in the air having a surprised expression on its face then it started to smile again with its two small hands covering its mouth, it then turned around to look at Lauren Lauren "Who could have thought that a Mew would follow someone on its own"

pangungulit pa niyang muli. Pinasadahan ko ng tingin ang mga drinks na nasa fridge upang ipakita sa kaniyang abala ako sa pamimili. I don't care if he keeps on annoying me and begging me to talk to him again and again. Bwisit na ulan kasi, ayaw pang tumigil hindi tuloy kami makaalis. "Nasaan na ba 'yung Mogu-mogu. San Mig.. Cobra.. Pale Pilsen—" "Paano mo makikita 'yung Mogu-mogu diyan? Eh sa mga energy drinks at alcohols ka nagtitingin?" giit ni Fritz kaya naman bigla akong napatingin sa kaniya sa napagtanto.

Maybe we'll soon go on our first date, I thought silently. We stop at a pizza place, we enter find our seats and order pizza and Diet Coke. "You like pizza, right?" Noah asks. "Yeah, everyone likes pizza." I say. He smiles. "So you're ready for the football game this Friday." I ask. "Yeah coach has been driving us crazy, apparently the other teams coach is his arch nemesis." I laugh. "Coach is insane." "You guys are totally better than the other team." I say. "Did you play football back in Miami too." I ask.

Nicholas defends. “What flashes through your mind before you get a panic attack?” “Nothing” “Nothing?” “Yes, absolutely nothing” “Think again Nick. It could be the cameras flashing, or the crowds yelling. it could be anything, just tell me what you see” Nick doesn’t say a word and just stares at the direction of her window. It was like the answers were written there but he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words. His expression had switched from non-challant to fear as there was something different about his green eyes. It held horror in them.